（外文电子版资料）Charles de Lint - Coyote Stories.pdf

CHARLES De LINT COYOTE STORIES Four directions blow the sacred winds We are standing at the center Every morning wakes another chance To make our lives a little better -- Kiya Heartwood, from Wishing Well This day Coyote is feeling pretty thirsty, so he goes into Joeys Bar, you know, on the comer of Palm and Grasso, across from the Mens Mission, and he lays a nugget of gold down on the counter, but Joey he wont serve him. So you dont serve skins no more? Coyote he asks him. Last time you gave me gold, it turned to shit on me, is what Joey says. He p oints to the Rolex on Coyotes wrist. But Ill take that. Give you change and everything. Coyote scratches his muzzle and pretends he has to think about it. Cost me twenty-five dollars, he says. It looks better than the real thing. Ill give you fifteen, cash, and a beer. How about a bottle of whiskey? So Coyote comes out of Joeys Bar and hes missing his Rolex now, but hes got a bottle of Jack in his hand and thats when he sees Albert, just around the corner, sitting on the ground with his back against the brick wall and his legs stuck out across the sidewalk so you have to step over them, you want to get by. Hey, Albert, Coyote says. Whats your problem? Joey wont serve me no more. That because youre indigenous? Naw. I got no money. So Coyote offers him some of his whiskey. Have yourself a swallow, he says, feeling generous, because he only paid two dollars for the Rolex and it never worked anyway. Thanks, but I dont think so, is what Albert tells him. Seems to me Ive been g iven a sign. Got no money means I should stop drinking. Coyote shakes his head and takes a sip of his Jack. You are one crazy skin, he says. That Coyote he likes his whiskey. It goes down smooth and puts a gleam in his eye. Maybe, he drinks enough, hell remember some good time and smile, maybe hell get mean and pick himself a fight with a lamp post like